10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

The man was an elite.

He graduated from a successful local public secondary school and went to the top private high schools in Nagoya.

From home, which was not Toyota City at the time, I went to school for three years using the original and ring railway & prestigious iron.

Active and enrolled in a university bearing the name of Nagoya.

Graduated without a year and worked for a consulting firm in Tokyo.

Whether the personality of calmly identifying things and thinking separately from facts and emotions haunts you, the company also produces results.

The man was an elite.

But.

My natural serious personality is disastrous.

I couldn't help it.

If you make a point, the consulting industry can produce results even in the workload there.

The man, he couldn't help himself.

Always suggest ideals, milestones to get there, and methods.

The trust from the clients is thick and the ratings from the bosses are high.

Then naturally, the number of clients in charge increases.

I couldn't help it.

Naturally, men's workload and working hours increase.

And.

About when a man went back to his room hissing and woke up in the morning.

I couldn't move.

There are no abnormalities in the body.

I don't have any heat.

I just couldn't move.

Like a toy with a dead battery.

Tadashi Kamiya, 25 years old.

He ran an elite street in the Tokai region and went to Tokyo to get a job, but was depressed because of his intense duties.

I stopped living alone in Tokyo on my parents' arrangements and returned to my parents' home in the countryside of Toyota City.

This is a little story, until the wounded man regains himself once again.

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Besides my thoughts, my family and nearby residents were welcoming the man warmly.

The Three Rivers are kind to those who admitted they were companions once.

And.

It is a small settlement in the mountains where men live.

As a bearer of young agriculture, the man was being targeted.

And due to the big merger, the man's home is Toyota City.

If you don't choose, you have as many jobs as you want.

Some of the strongest connections around Nagoya and Toyota are former classmates.

I thought you and your daughter were divorced. Nah, it's been a long time since the well side meeting was booming, because if you're loyal, you'll be cured in five years, Tokyo is scared, etc. Grandmothers around you who do not interfere deeply and watch warmly. No, maybe Grandma just didn't want to let the resurrecting young workforce escape sooner or later.

Home surrounded by mountains and rivers, fields and fields.

In my parents, who are concurrent farmers, it inevitably becomes a regular life.

I pull the original I used to use to get to the station for school, and I go to Toyota City every two weeks.

After a year of living like a determined luteen, the man's wounds healed.

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"Speaking of which, it's also a hiccup to start a computer..."

A man's room with no decorations and put together in monotones.

With a small grunt, the man starts his laptop.

It didn't have a particular purpose.

I just wanted to connect with society somehow.

The fact that such feelings are born and move voluntarily may be a sign that a man's wounds are healing.

"You have a lot of rust on your head. Naturally..."

A determined life, a conversation with a determined person.

From a state where there is little new information and passivity, to an active state where we move ourselves to gather information and think about it.

The change seems to have given the man the feeling that his head doesn't work well.

"Do you even want to chat on the bulletin board... oh. Might be good for a thought experiment."

That day, a man found a sleigh.

It's like, "[Pull Neat] I haven't been out in 10 years and I've come to different worlds from home to home. [Escape?] 'It was a thread.

"The other world…. What made you decide that? If you went to another world, why are you connected to the internet? Either way, you won't be able to determine without the evidentiary image."

Catchy, a man typing slowly to untie his hardened fingertips.

Kotehan, it was the moment of Cool Neat's birth.

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A thought experiment with a story about Eugene claiming to have gone to another world.

At first, that's all I meant.

It was the man's idea that perhaps a human being named Eugene enjoyed thought experiments as much as he did, or, as the residents of the bulletin board put it, teaser ads for movies and dramas.

But.

After a year or two, with a verification based on the images and information to be uploaded, the man gradually begins to think that it is not true.

Appearance of monsters, protection of Alice, negotiation with adventurers and pedestrians.

Think whenever the information goes up and send advice along with the residents of the bulletin board.

Regular life and hospital visits, warm surrounding people no matter what thoughts, and training to think.

Gradually the man's wounds were healing and the light was returning slightly to his eyes.

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Less than two years after the man found out about Eugene's bulletin board.

March.

There was a slate that would be a big turning point for the man.

"[Book Slate] Eugene Related Slate Common Off Held part1 [Validation Slate Common]"

It is a thread set up by Eugene's sister, Sakura's friend Hemi.

The off-duty meeting location is Utsunomiya.

There is a good distance from Toyota City, where the man's house is located.

But the savings I got after my intense duties are still there. The pay was good.

"... go"

Regular living, warm surroundings, familiar localities.

It's been roughly three years since we left.

And in order to get to Utsunomiya, you need to cross Tokyo, which once drove you.

Determined, then one loud breathing man.

It doesn't have to be now.

It could be an act of going through wounds that have not yet healed.

Still.

Bulletin board that healed me.

residents who feel relaxed but companion.

The desire to see him prevailed.

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"Is this fatigue because of the hissing away? But... yeah, it was plentiful"

Return home from camping off.

JR Utsunomiya Line to Tokyo, Shinkansen to Nagoya.

Use the mysterious line that connects to the elevation as it is on the subway to the end point.

And to your home in the depths of the vast city of Toyota in the original of the seasonal one.

It was the first long journey for a man in years.

Though it is the feeling of fatigue that I feel, I seem to have enjoyed it well.

Evidence of this was that he enjoyed the mysterious ramen of a famous chain store in the basement of a famous station that was becoming a dungeon. By the way, he seems to insist that it's Japanese-style tonkotsu. I can't solve it.

"I'm home."

"Oh, welcome back, loyalist. Are you kidding me?

"Oh, Grandpa, I was awake. Hiccup, I'm so upset."

It is a mysterious conversation.

It was great, not.

"Lai Lai" is a dialect that means "tired". Are you tired? It was a casual conversation that I was a little tired because I was hissing. It's not great.

A man who was invited by his grandfather and started drinking beer in the Japanese room.

I don't know, I guess I cared about the guy who's my grandson.

My grandfather was happy to hear the story of a man who had gone away on his own.

"Well, now if I take a break. Yeah. I'm sure the loyalists, if they just couldn't find the Lord and his companions to serve."

With a squeaky, distorted smile, the man's grandfather speaks.

By the way, my grandfather says this, but the Kamiya family wasn't a samurai lineage. It is a farmer that lasts from generation to generation. He was just a grandfather who loved history and had strong local love.

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Did my grandfather's words trigger it?

The man reads through history books and local history materials that were in his grandfather's bookcase and sometimes talks to his grandfather.

For the Three Rivers, a fellow is. What is the Lord?

It is a much wrong education of brilliance.

On the other hand, it also resided on the bulletin board.

That writing has gained a certain amount of trust, so much so that it is no longer seen as a nudge on the bulletin board, apart from Eugene.

Regular life, hospital visits, training in thinking about impossible matters, education of my grandfather's brilliance.

And even in real life, I advise lawyers county attorneys to use their former experience to make money on design & pattern posting & download sites.

Gradually, the man's wounds healed.

The direction is that I feel that education as a Mikawa is a lot wrong in modern Japan, especially by the biological Mikawa.

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And.

Due to intense duties, less than five years have passed since the battery was unable to move like a dead toy.

Finally, the man moves out in earnest.

The trigger was a call from the county superintendent.

When I headed to Tokyo for something, it was something that exceeded the expectations of a sober man.

The story of Eugene turns into a film. In Hollywood.

If you are a company about what to do with management, what to do with revenue, employees say that media measures are for other businesses.

What, on the other hand, will Eugene do with the off-duty assistance he wishes?

It is a shocking story and a challenge.

But that challenge was also a man's specialty.

Maybe less than five years had healed a man's wounds.

Maybe it's because I thought I'd bring my former experience to life.

Maybe it's because I found a fellow in a loose relationship, a resident of a bulletin board.

Or.

These Three Rivers may have found the Lord to serve.

unreliable, no knowledge, no good head rotation, but a good, honest, positive, supportive Lord.

Ever since the conversation with the two lawyers, the man's eyes had indeed been lit by fire.

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Cotehan, cool nit.

A man who was once an elite.

From one of the best prestigious high schools in the area to prestigious universities, and to a consulting firm. Jobs, frustrations.

Return to your parents' home in the depths of the local city of Toyota, where you will discover the bulletin board and reside.

Gain so much trust that you are seen as a nudge on a bulletin board with sober opinions and knowledge.

Join the first campoff.

Since then, to Blaine, who is also relied upon by his attorney, the county attorney.

At the launch of the Free Design, Model Paper Posting & Download site, we will establish a system for generating revenue from advertising, but we will not receive the money ourselves and turn to operating and off-duty assistance.

He then takes a talk from the county superintendent and moves toward the incorporation of the Corporation and the establishment of the NPO.

A man who gradually healed the wounds on his heart in the wake of Eugene's going to another world.

And the Three Rivers who may have found the Lord and companions to serve.

It was a little story about a bulletin board resident.